Sawtooth Spire It was the 14th of October, had that T-shirt off your shoulder

Wylla remained blissfully ignorant of the fact young children were capable of some decision making. She grunted through her nose when Phaedra proved harder to budge than first expected. No more milk for you, she silently vowed, you fuckin' chub. No kid of hers was going to turn out fat, thank you very much.

A few seconds and a small struggle later saw Wylla yanking Phaedra out from under the furs. Instantly the pup's head was in the air, her paling nose taking aim like a tiny heat seeking missile. Yeah, yeah, Wylla grumbled, reaching awkwardly to try to grasp her kid around the midriff, beat me up later, you're disgusting and I need to fix that before your father berates me. With a snort, she hoisted her muzzle into the air and mocked, Vylla, the children are so dirty. Vylla, you must vash behind their ears!